ii. woop [ m ]

"that's more likely to destroy things around here than me!" he points out, seeing his brother grab a weapon.

hands would grab his hair as he sees him running around chasing it. each swing risked the destruction of property, which was completely different from what vasili had preached earlier. nothing was being destroyed at the moment, so they have that going for them at least.

"how about this?"

he throws a knife at one, and then releases electricity from his hand right after. the metal acts as a lightning rod, keeping a precise strike at one of the woopers instead of going haywire with his magic. fried, it doesn't seem to be able to reproduce right after.

"i should start learning to control this," he muses to himself as he grabs his fork this time, throwing it at another and pinning it against the wall. the surge of electricity comes after, burning it to unconsciousness.

Vasili Tezzeret

the waitress comes in and says something. his face contorts with confusion with how to accomplish the task. he turns to his brother for inspiration and help, but finds him looking at him as if he had no idea of what to do as well.

"why are you lookin' at me?!" he asks, somehow shouting. "i don't know how either!"

he doesn't even know when they appeared to make an educated guess of what attracted them to the place. they just sort of appeared out of nowhere when there were no signs of them when they came here. he'd try to deduce from the few things he knows, but thinking wasn't his forte.

pointing at the waitress, he raises his voice as if he was impatiently demanding an immediate answer. "tell us how and we'll do it!"

one of them bites him in the arm, to which he instantly fries with his electricity and then shaken off.

Vasili Tezzeret

"w-what?!"

he didn't like where this was heading. he supposed getting to have his magic let loose in a confined space such as the bar and destroying each delicate piece for once was kinda exciting in its own merit, but he didn't appreciate being the decoy for this mission.

"you owe me for this, okay?!" he shouts as his brother and the waitress go outside.

he rubs his hands together, static forming in his palms. lowering his body to a battle stance, watchful eyes would scan the surroundings, counting each individual wooper he could find. they were in the single digits, most of them having his sights on him as well. they were as wary as him, though being careful wouldn't help them in this scenario.

emil snaps his fingers, a spark flying from his hands.

it was nothing but a parlor trick, but the creatures see it as aggression. each of them lunge at the mage, hoping to overcome the disadvantage in strength with their advantage with numbers. emil retaliated with the only way he knows: a blinding discharge of electricity.

Vasili Tezzeret

he rushes out of the establishment at the command of his brother. swinging the door wide open, he sees what has transpired from the aftermath of the attack he made. more than anything, frustration comes out as the dominant emotion from the younger tezzeret.

"i just killed a bunch of smaller ones and now we have to beat this thing up too?!"

he comes out just in time for the acid to be thrown at his direction. his legs would bring him away from the trajectory, finding himself thrown on the ground. "what the fuck?!" the initial reaction from the melted door was rational. the following statement was not.

"i'm gonna beat that thing up if you don't!"

he takes the moment to get back on his legs, waiting for vasili's instructions if there were any. maybe he'd take the stage instead of him this time. that was fine, he supposed, since this wasn't really the kind of fight he wanted to be fighting. it just looked... stupid, or something. it doesn't look cool and is not worth bragging about in his stories.

Vasili Tezzeret

what was normally considered gross did not apply to emil when it was showtime. he equips his brass knuckles, both previously hanging from his belt, and bangs them together, making a sharp clinking sound as each metal piece collided with each other.

"good!"

he ignores the waitress and vasili altogether, concentrating more on the target knowing that his brother has the ability to keep both himself and the civilian safe from danger. this wasn't the enemy he wanted, but it's the mission objective, and so he cannot complain that much.

emil draws his right fist back, keeping it underhand as he lunged forward. he jabs with the same fist at the same time as he neared the target, using the momentum from the thrust to get more force behind his punch.

the attack connects and he feels a cold, wet feeling as his fist sinks into its skin. this is when emil releases his magic, with his hand as the core. an explosion of electricity would burst form his fist, scorching the part where his hand hit. a cry came from the creature, but it does not fall.

it turns to emil afterwards. he backs of as he anticipates its next movements and dodge accordingly later.

"do more of your stuff!" he yells at vasili, eyes still on the wooper. "i don't want its attention on me. thanks!"

Vasili Tezzeret

a smile would grow on his face as vasili calls out one of his spirits, not because he likes the guy (which he kinda does for nostalgic reasons), but because he gets to have someone else take the creature's aggro from him.

happiness flashes away from his eyes as he watches in horror the sudden exit the other meat shield did. hands would dramatically reach for the air in the direction of where leo flew.

"nooo!"

the little skit ends soon enough, recovering quickly from the heartbreak just a fraction of a second later. he rushes to the back of the creature, hands still filled with slime, and stops himself just as he reaches his legs, skidding to decelerate himself.

once he finds a proper foothold, he raises his arm and swings it to the back of his knees. "for loki!" the punch comes through, and the same burst of electricity comes afterwards.

emil backs off immediately, pulling his arm away from the wooper and then taking a few steps away from it. the blow breaks his balance, causing one of its legs to fail and letting it to collapse under its weight. it gets back up from its three remaining ones, however.

"where is he? i want him here!"

Vasili Tezzeret